"Singing", het voorlaatste verhaal eindigt met de zin "I had no further reason to turn my back to despair. So I got down on my hands and knees at the foot of the double bed and, rolling back the bedspread, I tried to grope with the pale beam of my torch into the dark space underneath".

of in "Lost" : "Once when I was eight or nine my father shut me up in the toolshed in the garden for an hour or two because I broke a thermometer. I can still remember the fingers of cold and darkness groping at me as I huddled like a foetus in a corner of the shed. The curved passageway had three closed doors apart from the one we had come through. Indicating one of them, Yardena said that it led down into the cellar and asked me if I wanted to go down and see it. 'You're not afraid of cellars, are you?''No, I'm not, but if you don't mind, maybe we'll skip the cellar this time'.

of in "Digging", wordt een oude man elke nacht wakker van een vreemd geluid onder de vloer. "In the night, at two or two-thirty, woken again by tapping, scraping and digging sounds, the old man got out of bed (he always slept in his long johns), and felt for the torch he had put out specially and the iron bar he had found in one of the sheds, his feet groping in the dark like blind beggars for his slippers".